Just consider for a moment, how would today be different if you knew it was your last? How would you be? What would matter? What might you notice? Maybe you would take it slow. Maybe you would savour each moment. Maybe you would tell those that mattered that you loved them. Maybe you would resolve an old and now meaningless conflict. Maybe you would watch the sunrise. Maybe you would taste each meal and be grateful for each meal you’ve failed to taste. Maybe you would just watch. Maybe you would embrace what truly mattered. Maybe you would smile or laugh, taking yourself just a little less seriously. Maybe you would sing at the top of your voice without a care in the world. Maybe you would be kinder or more compassionate towards yourself and others. Maybe you would finally give yourself a break. Maybe you would listen to the birds. Maybe you would meet someone fully and without judgement. Maybe you would notice the subtle
Just sitting, Breathe in, breathe out, Breathe in, breathe out. Blossom falls, How picturesque! Settling on the deck. Knotted trees With faces Of wise men. The birds that wake before me Call me gently Toward the day. Dwelling in the space Where thoughts arise, Untouched by night or day. Luminous! Moss covered bark. How strangely beautiful. Snow falls. Or is it rain? Still, my heart melts. What joy! Muddied like a child. Carefree. The wind is known By the swaying Of the trees. Rain falls, Puddles gather, And so reflect their source. S hhh, can you hear it? Listen carefully, T umbleweed.